Can you breathe?

The sky is still dark. The light barely peeks through the quickly moving clouds. The smell of coffee fills the room as I grab a blanket and crawl into my chair. It’s my spot every morning. Even the dog knows the routine. She curls up next to me as I grab my Bible.

How could this have been so hard? Why did it take so many years for me to want this when I cannot imagine not wanting it now?

I am entirely and completely convinced that nothing could change my life like this. My hands turn the pages and His Word turns my heart. My brokenness laid bare and His love closed the wounds. And every word spoken in years long ago, every word written in this book back then was written for me right now.

My heart strings are permanently tied to this book that turns it’s course. Not at all because of the paper on which it’s written, but because of the truth alive inside. The truth alive in me. The truth that rescues souls. He is Lord, He is life. And as I open the cover it’s like breathing air.

Can you breathe? Or are your lungs collapsed in a chest that feels as though it won’t survive another day? There’s air here, in the Bible. He brings dead things back to life.

This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life.

Ezekiel 37:5
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